Of how and even what
brings to light certain 
realities and sadness

When diurnal batterings
are brought to bear
in the ongoing battle

Between the light and 
the dark switch on or off
you may not dare to engage

And so among the shades
you must remain bound and
tethered in slack bindings

You could discard at any
time but you don’t
since time has become

A liability and a threat
to your continued existence
as the door threatens to 

Not shut once again
but now finally to open
letting the night air through

Until the dawn creeps
to the morning cross 
and begs the day for mercy